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"Wonderful, so wonderful." Henry applauded excitedly, "I wonder if there is a more wonderful story than this?"

Qin Lei, who had been worried all the time, raised his head. He didn't know many horror stories, and he had to talk about his share and his daughter Yueyue's share. So he had to say it early, in case someone else told the story he wanted to tell before him and it broke.

"Let me tell the story." Qin Lei pushed back his black-rimmed glasses and wiped the sweat from his temples, "I don't know if you guys dare to look under the bed at night? Anyway, I don't dare. I was not very bold since I was a child, but I have a friend who is very courageous, and he often lies on the bed in the middle of the night and hangs his head to look under the bed."

Zhang Shu's expression on the side was very bad, and Qin Lei showed guilt. If he hadn't been greedy for cheap and insisted on bringing his family to vacation with Henry, his wife and daughter would not have suffered from this.

He turned his face away and continued: "At first he just looked at it twice, but later he could look at it for an hour or two. I asked him what's interesting under the bed, it was dark and scary, and he said it felt like Very attractive, there is something under the bed that has been attracting him. I asked him what it was, and he said he didn't know. Then one day he disappeared, and the family called the police and mobilized a large group of relatives to find him. He was not found.

A few months later his mother smelled bad while cleaning his room, and she searched the room and couldn't find anything emitting the smell. Later, the couple discovered that the stench was coming from under the bed. They moved the bed and saw a wet, human-shaped imprint on the floor under the bed.

They lifted the floor and found my friend's decomposed body inside. "

"Wow, wonderful!" Henry stood up excitedly, "It's so wonderful, this is the most wonderful story I've heard so far!"

"That." Qin Lei forced a smile and said, "I want to tell another story, for my daughter."

"Yes." Henry said, "Please tell me."

Qin Lei picked up the red wine in front of him and drank it down. He almost choked. Zhang Shu who was beside him quickly patted his back. Qin Lei looked at his wife tenderly, and then said: "Do you often drive at night? You often drive at night, especially those who drive taxis should know that there are some roads that cannot be driven at night.

I have a friend of a friend who drives a taxi. One night he was about to get off work, and he temporarily picked up a guest. The guest gave an address, but it was too far away, so he didn't want to go. The customer said that it is not far away, as long as you walk along a certain road, it will be very close. The friend of a friend hesitated, because everyone who works in this city knows that that road is okay to walk during the day, but it is not allowed to walk at night, because there are many accidents on that road at night.

Seeing that he was hesitant, the guest said that money was not a problem, as long as he was delivered, he would give him a fare of 2,000 yuan. My friend's friend was in financial difficulties at the time, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

He drove the car into the taboo road at night, it was calm and normal at first, he heaved a sigh of relief, telling himself that there are no such strange things in this world. Suddenly there was a crackling sound from the window on the roof of the car, and he thought it was raining.

The passenger in the back seat suddenly laughed sinisterly at this time, he was very scared. Then he saw that what slapped the car body was not rainwater at all, but blood-red handprints that were densely packed one after another...

When people found him the next day, he was dead and the car was deformed. "

At this time, Ripley's face was already very pale, and Zhang Shu pressed his daughter's ears tightly, with tears in his eyes. Yueyue, on the other hand, didn't seem to hear what her father was saying at all, or she didn't understand what her father was saying, she was staring at Qin Lei with a pair of curious big eyes.

All seven patients felt fine, after all ghosts were not an invincible existence for them.

"I'm done." Qin Lei nodded.

"It's really wonderful." Henry admired: "I really didn't expect that you could tell such a wonderful story. It's great. I really hope there will be more wonderful stories in the future."

Now that three people have spoken and told four stories, Zhu Miaomiao decided to tell. Because she is not good at telling stories and has little confidence in her own story, if she doesn't speak up sooner, she will lose more and more confidence.

"Let me tell the story." Zhu Miaomiao is a watery girl, her eyes are especially beautiful, like the eyes of a fox that condenses the aura of heaven and earth. She said: "It's best not to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. Some old people will tell the younger generation this way, because they think the toilet is a dirty place, and it is easy to attract some bad things.

Xiaofang...er, there is a girl named Xiaofang who doesn't believe this. One night before going to bed, she drank a lot of water, and was woken up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet in a daze, and after a while she felt as if her **** touched something, and there was something furry against her.

She was very strange, put on her pants and looked into the toilet, and there was a head in the toilet. He was sticking out his long tongue and licking her. "

"..." Yu Xiao had a strange expression on her face. She didn't feel scared, but felt that this ghost was really wretched.

"It's also a very good story." Henry listened happily, "It's just a little worse than the previous few stories."

Zhu Miaomiao was a little frustrated, she was really not good at telling stories, could it be that she wanted to live in that room? But even if it was her, she would not be afraid.

"I'll be the next one!" Kang Jun from the Fifth Academy raised his hand. He smiled and said, "I don't know how to tell stories, and I don't usually like to read this type of stories. Then I'll tell a story about myself. Let’s just listen to what happened.”

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing the color of memory, and said: "I once had to spend the night in a haunted house with a few friends due to unavoidable reasons. In the middle of the night, I received a task and had to get up for supper. There is no way, I can only get up for supper.

At that time, I was sleepy and sleepy, so I made a plate of supper that I didn't know very well, and then gave it to my best friend according to the instructions. My friend cried while eating, and the crying woke me up, and I asked him why he was crying. While eating, he said that his ears hurt so much, I went to see his ears, but his ears were gone and empty.

Looking again, the half-chewed half in his mouth is not his ear. "

After finishing speaking, Kang Jun looked at the crowd, but saw that they didn't respond. He sighed and said, "I'll just say it, I really don't know how to tell stories."

"Is this true?" Ripley asked, whose lips were as pale as paper. "What you said just now was really your own experience?"

"Of course." Kang Jun looked at Ripley with an expression that mortals like you wouldn't understand, "Is there any benefit in lying to you?"

"Hey, it doesn't matter if it's true or not." Ma Shan patted Kang Jun on the shoulder and said, "Now it's my turn to tell."

Ma Shan is a man who looks a bit vicissitudes, with short stubble, and a casual smile, with a prodigal air that is not easy to see in reality.

He was sitting on a chair in a state of disorientation, with his right hand on the table, and his index and middle fingers unconsciously tapping on the table.

"Where should I come from..." Immediately nodded suddenly, "Ah, yes. There is a girl in our village who is very beautiful and has a good job. She is a middle school teacher. She rides a bicycle to and from get off work every day. There is a small bridge to cross. I don't know which day, if she crosses that bridge on her way home from get off work, her bicycle tire will blow out. But it doesn't matter, because soon a man in black will come to help She is like this every day.

After a long time, she became very disturbed and always felt that this was abnormal. One day on vacation, she talked about this incident while chatting with the elderly in the village. The old man showed a serious expression and asked her if she saw the man's hand.

She thought about it and said she didn't pay attention. The old man said, if you meet him again tomorrow, you can go and see if he has hands. If you have it, then it’s fine. If you don’t have your hands, then run quickly, and you don’t want the car, run quickly, and don’t look back.

The next evening, when she came home from get off work, she passed the bridge and sure enough, the tire blew out again. Not long after that, the man in black came over, and she kept staring at the man's hands, but she couldn't see the man's hands in her pockets.

The difference from before was that this time the man came over and didn't help her fix the car, but stood aside with his hands in his pockets and didn't speak.

She was so scared, she wanted to run but her legs were weak. I asked tremblingly, are you a human or a ghost? Where are your hands? At this moment, the man in black raised his head, smiled sinisterly, and said..."

Speaking of this, Ma Shan looked at everyone, and saw that everyone was looking at him intently.

He stood up, "He said..."

Ma Shan suddenly stretched out his hands and shouted at the same time, "Hands are here!!"

"Ah!" Zhang Shu screamed, and rushed out with his daughter in his arms. Ripley sat down on the ground, Brother Nan dropped his cigar, Henry's eyes widened, and the other patients looked at him with crazy eyes.

"Hahaha..." Ma Shan laughed wildly, "Didn't you mean to be scary? Isn't this scary enough for me? Seeing how scared you all are, hahaha..."

Yu Xiao rolled her eyes, she really hates this kind of hysterical man.

"Hehehe..." Henry's smile was a little stiff, "It's really good, it's a wonderful story, who will tell it next?"

"I'll come." Yu Xiao said boredly, she didn't really care about this at all, because she didn't care whether she lived in that room or not. It would be nice if you can live in it, and you can find ghosts to play with when you are bored.

"Ahem." The grape juice she drank before was a bit sweet, and her throat was uncomfortable. Yu smiled and said, "I'm a student. I like to write something when I'm free. Just some short stories. There are all types. It's a bit strange. I have nothing to do when I write other stories. I only write at night. When writing horror stories, I always feel that there is wind blowing around me. There is wind on the left and right, on the top of my head, and so on.

One night I was writing a horror story again, and I was a little tired in the middle of writing, so I went to browse the forum or something to relax, and then I saw a ghost story post. The landlord said that some dirty things are very interested in the stories about them written by living people. When someone is writing this type of story, they will come to read it.

So when you feel like there is a slight wind blowing around you while you're writing a horror story, it's not real wind, it's the filth blowing around you while watching you write your story. "